Cafe de Migraine
Lean and thin in a wolfskin suit I rest and dream in Zanzibar, leaning on an old guitar once strummed by Pablo Picasso. Cream of cockroach soup with dry crackers and old ideas. The chef in this cafe...
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Willow,It sounds brutal!!Hoping the Cafe de Migraine is soon boarded up.The menu is not exactly inviting anyway and the color of mold is not my favorite hue, though one of my professors had skin like...
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If this were not so bizarre I would laugh Willow. Time to stop visiting the Café de Migraine... the Peaceful Pub has so much more to offer. Regards, Maryse
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Hi Willow I love the title and like the characters and bizarre details in this piece. It certainly has a flavor of its own and sets a mood. I know well that painting of an old man strumming a guitar...
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thanks Sarah and Maryse Wendy - i wasn't thinking of any particular picture - that first verse just came on the edge of sleep. I'll have to look for it!
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Hi WillowIt's actually called "The Old Guitarist". And who knows, maybe Pablo was channeling you randomly from that other side, in his own Café de Ciel. Again, I really liked this poem!My bestWendy
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Willow, I think I would hitchhike out of that region quickly of evern resort to cooking for myself! I see a lot of symbolic references here so I might not take the cafe too literally. It does bring up...
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